Pixelated Destinies:

The desks lie empty,
stained by unseen sunlight.
Dreams unmade hover,
flickering like lost echoes
of digital rain.

Across the surface, pixels dance,
forming glitches of memories
that never were—
untold stories in binary, stubbornly silent.

Digital Whispers:

I found whispers here
amidst the antiseptic glow,
strangers in static threads
woven from the electric mist.

They spoke in tones vague and lyrical—
about skies beyond pixels,
a realm glitching into
multidimensional hues.